I cooked…

I actually had a chance to cook real food for dinner that wasn’t from a jar or a package for the first time in probably weeks (unless you count omelets, I am famous for my omelets…) tonight. Seared a london broil in butter in a pan on the stovetop, then sauteed some stir fry vegetables, then braised the whole thing in Killian’s Irish Red, which I can’t stand to drink but very much enjoy as a food seasoning, which is lucky as it was the only thing remptely alcoholic left in the fridge and the whole thing would not have worked quite as well if I’d used something like, say, soy sauce or apple cider vinegar. Made baked potatoes stuffed with cheese for the side. The whole thing was very Applebees special of the month, but not bad for an improvisation. Certainly a step up from totino’s party pizzas, anyway.

In other news, the new job situation is becoming more and more of a reality. It’s very strange to think that I’ll be leaving my job of two years for good soon. Working overnights is not just a job, it’s kind of a lifestyle choice. It’s going to be a very strange transition indeed. Yeah, the place was a bit of a pit, but it was my pit at least. In a sick way I think I’m sort of going to miss it a little. Plus the people there I’d worked with for a million years. It’s like graduating high school or something. But time marches on and there is good to come from all of this. Still, I’m just a little sad to leave. Not the job, just the familiarity of it all. And working days instead of nights. I don’t even know what that’s like anymore. It’s all so surreal to me. Whatever, that all seems so stupid. It’s just a job, anyway. One service job is the same as the next, right? Until I get back to school, work is not a method of fulfillment, it’s just a means to an end. Dear god, do I need to get back to school. I keep saying it, but I never do it. Oh well, maybe next time, right?


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